Parchment Anthology

From Whence Come I

2011-12-18T16:41:00.001-05:00

Guide me once gain, dear muse Deep into the wild wherein lay my ancestry abiding amongst the clover up upon the Highlands Where the goats do graze and aye the zephyr's breeze blazens my cheeks ablush To step upon the grasslands cradled within soft mosses framed with black eyed suzies and golden stalks of rye Take me away once again touch the golden silence embrace the heart's own rhythm

The Cricket

2011-11-15T21:32:00.005-05:00

A cricket sat upon My golden glasses rim He looked me in the eye And I looked back at him His eyes were big and round One eyelid blinked a wink I gazed at him and asked "What is it that you think?" He bobbed his head, stroked his legs Playing a solemn tune Then he answered wisely Beneath the silver moon "My life it may be short Yet I work day and night My melodies I play With great purpose

Whitewash

2011-11-01T11:35:00.003-04:00

Prowling in veneer Camouflage of empathy Voice inflections Words of deceit Laced with honesty Dripping with sincerity Twined with humor Cloaking devices Prey uncloaked Vulnerable Seeking Desiring to trust Words Minds Hearts Dance Lies spew Without remorse Just cause Erasure Soul violation Hypocrisy masked No roll call Another non-person _____________________

One Piece of Trash

2011-10-31T13:27:00.001-04:00

I saw a piece of trash on the ground today. I could have walked right by and let that litter lay. I paused a moment, looked around, as people quickly passed. Reaching down I wondered, why do we move so fast? Maybe folks will notice when the litter is a heap. I hope we soon slow down before it gets too deep. april 11, 2007 judithpiper

Egesta

2011-10-22T11:40:00.013-04:00

(Warning: language content) I scoop poop That's what I do Day in, day out Baggies with poo Ridding the earth Properly Excrement From four-legged Beasts To all the two-legged Creatures Who use others as Commodities I curse the air You breathe With velvet-cloaked dagger You slice Faux righteousness as Your cause Deed exacted, harm complete You feign all is well Moving on to your

Progress

2011-10-18T11:39:00.001-04:00

At the gas pump the screen asks "Would you like a receipt?" I push a button "Yes" In my palm on the screen "4" appears in a little circle With my stylus I press the circle The screen asks "Would you like to update?" I press "Yes" The screen states I have to sign into my account With my stylus I type in my password The screen states I have to agree to the new contract Sixty-four pages I

Face Odds

2011-10-18T10:54:00.005-04:00

Trust eludes me Once I believed humans were basically good Once I believed people were altruistic I tended to take folks at face value Trust is ever decreasing as thieves, masked manipulators, disguised liars reveal their true facial contours while trying to save face I think I need to learn to read faces more clearly Facades ______________

scent of life

2011-08-12T09:53:00.003-04:00

hedge trimmers whir, vroom power tool we approach labrador azalea on leash we sniff the air sweet aroma fresh cut ivy "that's the smell of the ivy's blood" azalea doesn't seem to care amputated leaves and vines will soon feel rigor mortis i wonder if ivy feels i can't recall the scent of human blood freshly taken hope i never have to i wonder if it too smells sweet 8/12/11 judithpiper

sides of summer

2011-08-11T09:18:00.001-04:00

sun sits on the back side of summer now glowing hue a bit differentsofter in the evenings days are shortening a little at a timesun becoming farther awayeach day, tad by tad on the front side of summertadpoles swam in shallow watersdeep brown or black tails with heads one might not conclude the bouncy frog by the river bank was hatched with no legsback then on the other side of summer august 11,

night walk in summer

2011-08-10T09:13:00.002-04:00

hubby, grand-dog, and I post sunset walk, neighborhood street, quiet, headlights from the occasional passing car shadows in the woods, sculpted images like Dr. Suess trees that could be monsters in the night covered they are with kudzu hearty, indestructible kudzu vines that grow a foot a day, deep green foliage, shapely grape-like leaves, rich in protein for horses vines woven into

field of ferns

2011-08-09T09:30:00.008-04:00

field of green sways in the breeze like seaweed under water dancing with the current dividing the field, a blacktop the structure placed by man to traverse our mother's elements like a submarine amongst sea weeds tar, earth, wind ferns steel, water, sea greens nature, inventions, ingenuity responsibility, respect, awe august 09, 2011 judithpiper __________________

the present

2011-08-08T09:53:00.003-04:00

*************** ashamed of things past not of things yet future, though I know there will be more hopefully less than in the past august 8, 2011 judithpiper ***************

Ledger's Balance

2011-08-07T15:51:00.002-04:00

Time rushes through my life like a river's untamed rapids. I embrace a rock for anchor but alas, I'm swept away. Time trickles through my fingers like water through a sieve. I clinch and try to grasp it with no effect upon the flow. Time sits patiently waiting like a father for an absent son. I behold their yearned reunion, and for a moment, glimpse eternity. May our days spent by seconds tip

If Only

2011-07-17T10:56:00.001-04:00

I thought I was through the grief, the loss, the longing. I guess it comes in stages o'er and o'er again. How many times must I cross this bridge? I cannot seem to stop this river's rise and swell. A life its own, it spills over. My soul once again overwhelmed with sorrow, grief, tears of deep remorse. I wish I had a dam to somehow contain the swell. But I don't So I guess I'll let it spill.

Imprint

2011-07-11T22:26:00.010-04:00

You call me. tribal voice within quieter than breath awakening my essence You coax me. song i can't resist luring me with whistles on the wind You envelop me. beauty to behold entwining melodies embroidery within my soul Is this the muse? This tribal voice? This heartfelt cry? This whispering force? With open face and open heart I hear, I taste, I feel. Vibrations of creation No longer can

fumes

2011-05-03T14:25:00.002-04:00

my stomach turns as i gaze upon your feeding ground innocent hearts sipping your syrup until your poison nectar drowns will they too discover your twisted ways like needled barbs upon the stem will they suffer harm as they imbibe like a dose of coke that then goes dim why do i even bother to care i wish i'd never engaged your offers i pray my heart will not implode privately hissing a toxic

Twiakus & Briefs

2010-12-19T15:38:00.003-05:00

~It was biting cold ~ but we felt the heated passion ~ our fingertips stroking the rose ~ upon the other's velvet cheek~ 12/13/2010 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~the morning sun warmed ~ white dwarf fades with dawn of day ~ celestial echo~ 12/10/10 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~ in the house <><> rabid dog <><> seeking its prey <><> i watch from the rafters ~ 12/08/10 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Sumtimes, I have 2 lock the door

vapor pressure

2010-12-16T13:14:00.009-05:00

My stomach gnarls as i read smooth words drip one letter at a time from finger tips tapping 'cross your key board You write of wounds your own and others yet what of those you've inflicted amidst your so-called justified tone A hypocrite to hypocrites one who offers healing while exacting harms without remorse dismissing the inflictions as inconsequential Such can cause my blood to boil

~ random thoughts in october ~

2010-11-04T00:52:00.001-04:00

I am not quiet inside There are hints of fear Emotional bits letting me know I am not in control I know the feeling will pass The hints will quiet The bits will dissolve I know the sun will rise There are boils on my left thumb They extend down my left wrist They too will dissolve Countless memories of hives I dreamt last night Of the big house with rooms not used Of water leaks and

Poetic Doodles

2010-10-28T22:12:00.005-04:00

Perusing some scribbles from my private blog, I found a few poetic doodles. ************************ If rocks could sing What would they say Would they grow feet Come out to play Or would they stay Under the ground Watch us humans Toil up and down may 5, 2010 ************************ Be Heart, smiles Peace, deep Life, breathes Satisfaction, sweet John, back home Sarah, with Yerba Joshua, on

flat screen

2010-09-12T14:09:00.002-04:00

*************** move outside this screenthe virtual tempterflat, two dimensional sight and touchneither fully embracingdepth or harmony length and heightclick and spacenon-substantiative causing the mindto dive deeperinto non-presence causing the bodyto sit, immobile,stationary in false-reality causing emotionsto swirl, unable to breakbonds of addictions move outside this screenthe virtual

embalm

2010-09-12T11:01:00.000-04:00

underneath my skin just beneath the surface an unreachable itch vacillating, floating trying to push through to reveal, to disclose to expose, to liberate the tiny morsels suppressed by authority screaming for release so as to not be buried where 1000 splinters morph into boards solidified plywood encasing my heart as it silently pulses september 10, 2010 judithpiper ************ Verbal

Progeny

2010-09-03T13:35:00.013-04:00

Inspired by Ron and Diane ~ originators of 10,000 Miles 10,000 Dreams. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sweaty. Sticky. Salty beads roll down my torso Trekking poles aid my sinews Sinews aged, one-half century Ascent. Rocks. I peer ahead Daughter of my youth has stopped Stopped to converse with two passers-by Trudge. Halt. I stand beside my offspring Introduced to the travelers Travelers of 10,000 miles,

Lessons from Darkness

2010-08-29T17:23:00.002-04:00

Winter cold, windy, dark Faint reflections of obscure light struggle to reach the floor through the forest trees. Apparel silk, wool, down Each weathered traveler layered with coverings for protection from the elements. Insulation boots, gloves, hood Each expiration my breath echoes as I peer beyond my quilted cowl, relieved by the sight of human forms. Sheathed with weather proofing hiding

deja vu

2010-08-10T21:03:00.004-04:00

silenced pen paralyzed murdered muse wishing it were a dream and I'd awake tomorrow to discover it untrue